Tinder box god head
i.
I kindle the tinder box god head and
righteous noises catch the catechisms
of impotent saints, work it in – full on
jack off session, petals, boughs and all,
come constellations spider silk tender
erase at the touch, becoming just wetness.
ii.
pragmatic excuse-maker, sand sifting lips
smoothed and raw opaline kissable.
(Is the pulse of modern
man
the modem’s hum?)
Sibylline Confucius-speak rhetoricized erectile
puzzles in judeo-christian, I only speak English.
I disinherit lies, my love,
this means you.
iii.
Dilettante rosary-kisser wet with imprint,
impresario of infatuations in low-cut bikini,
hypoesthesia sets in
I mistake it for arousal, but
honey, you’re a goddamn nosebleed.
iv.
tinder box god head rescues all the hindu gods
from a 10 story blaze
spinning plates on wine glass
stems. Mars rover blows up, much tumult
approaches with the wind, nature reclaims her spoils:
virginity and all.
I had half a quart of gin &
chronic ills plagued every drop.
Eventually, I will fall asleep
to a kinder lull but for now
I’m far too busy raising hell.
i.
I kindle the tinder box god head and
righteous noises catch the catechisms
of impotent saints, work it in – full on
jack off session, petals, boughs and all,
come constellations spider silk tender
erase at the touch, becoming just wetness.
ii.
pragmatic excuse-maker, sand sifting lips
smoothed and raw opaline kissable.
(Is the pulse of modern
man
the modem’s hum?)
Sibylline Confucius-speak rhetoricized erectile
puzzles in judeo-christian, I only speak English.
I disinherit lies, my love,
this means you.
iii.
Dilettante rosary-kisser wet with imprint,
impresario of infatuations in low-cut bikini,
hypoesthesia sets in
I mistake it for arousal, but
honey, you’re a goddamn nosebleed.
iv.
tinder box god head rescues all the hindu gods
from a 10 story blaze
spinning plates on wine glass
stems. Mars rover blows up, much tumult
approaches with the wind, nature reclaims her spoils:
virginity and all.
I had half a quart of gin &
chronic ills plagued every drop.
Eventually, I will fall asleep
to a kinder lull but for now
I’m far too busy raising hell.
:P
1 comment:
part iv rocks my socks, and thank you kindly for the compliment. that is no rip-off, i am not smart enough to write something like that, m'friend.
I'll try and write something and get it in. But i'm gonna let that poem marinate for a little bit and get back to you once i've a brain.
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